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What is wrong with me? Did I forget to pack the well planned and organized me?

I arrived at the condo without a hitch. I checked in and was immediately introduced to Jessie and Branden, the 2 concierges. Jessie you may recall had reached out to me before my trip. Even more impressive is that she remembered me and our conversation. They gave me a welcome packet and a jar of local honey, made tons of suggestions for how to spend my time and made me promise to let them know if I needed anything, any thing at all!

Now after unpacking I am on my way to find someplace for dinner and a grocery store for breakfast items and I realize I have no idea what I’m going to be doing the next couple of days! I planned my vacation. I did it right here in these posts but now that I’m actually here I feel like I would be just as happy to plop myself out on that porch and just relax. Who wants to run around all over. Why not just sit back and relax?

I need to give myself a shake. As nice as that might be I can do that at home. Why spend all that time and money not to explore the sights. But what to do first? I feel almost as if I’m frozen with indecision. There are too many choices and I want to do them all.

I had a pleasant dinner at a little road side stand. Barbecue ribs, onion rings and something called “apple sticks”.

The closest thing I can compare this to is a skinny McDonald’s apple pie. The whole meal was good but those apple sticks were The Best! And the whole thing only cost $11:00 , soft drink included! I am beginning to understand why I haven’t seen any thin women yet. Rich barbecue sauces and all that deep frying… oh my, my arteries are groaning already!

Since I was on a mission I didn’t take my camera with me. Big mistake. I saw so many quaint churches, run down barns and shacks that would make the best pictures. But eventually I found a Walmart. I picked up a few things for breakfast and headed back. The shadows were getting long now and I wanted to see if I could figure out a game plan.

Maybe getting a good night’s sleep would make it easier to decide what to do tomorrow. My travel day is catching up with me.

Two’s company and three’s a crowd except when watching re-runs of My Three Sons or Three’s Company, classic 70’s comedy. In any case I’m about to find out if it’s true.

It’ s not as if I haven’t had the pleasure of being owned by 3 cats before. I have. When Rocky was a kitten I had a Persian named Little Joe.

Although he was a purebred he was still a rescue. Long story. Smokey came along because Rocky was just a bundle of energy and too much for Little Joe to cope with.

I rescued Smokey as a companion for Rocky and from that day until Little Joe passed on there was a war zone between Smokey and Little Joe. (Sigh)

After Little Joe passed over the Rainbow Bridge there were just the 2 and it’s been that way for a long time, 8-10 years.

Rocky is no longer a kitten at 13 and Smokey has moved into old age at 15. As much as I love my furry companions I admit I was looking forward to the day when I could travel without getting a pet sitter (expensive) or getting a new outfit and not having cat hair on it before I got out the door the first time. Even having a living room for people instead of filled with cat trees. But alas, it seems not to be.

The night before I left for Florida I got home around 9 pm to find a black and white cat sitting on my door mat for all the world like he belonged there. I’d seen the cat in the parking lot for a couple of days and it bee lined for me each time. Now, on the coldest night of this winter, someone had let him into the common area of the condo and he’s made himself at home at my door. What would I do!? I had a plane to catch in the morning so I couldn ‘t leave a “stranger cat” with my 2 and it was too cold to toss the poor thing outside.

I took a picture and posted my dilemma on Facebook. Almost immediately I had a response from a friend who wanted a cat and, wonder of wonders, she was willing to come get him right away!

She arrived at my place late or maybe I should say early. It was after 1 am. That’s dedication to come after him at that time of night! I helped her pack him up and off I went to Cozumel with a happy heart.

I was proud that I’d done a good thing and the pretty kitty had a good home. Or so I thought.

To be continued……